"Zhang Bingxu?" Long Yanghua smiled coldly, "I changed my name and got hurt me. Are you here to harm my son now?"

The cold air was like a sharp blade that was floating in silence. Every move seemed to move the closer the neck was. After a slight grinding, the blood-like lens suddenly appeared in front of you.

Long Zhiyan stood there, as if he was trapped in a swamp and could not extricate himself. All these things made him feel even more confused. If his father was biased against the company, what did it have to do with Uncle Zhang Bingxu?

The helpless and bitter smile slightly pulled his face, like a slightly wrinkled water surface. He wanted to be quiet, but the wind continued. Zhang Bingxu's face fluctuated slightly, and the gentle and humiliating look was always filled with a slight sense of embarrassment, intricately apologizing and various messy thoughts.

A patient next to him walked by with tears in his eyes. He didn't know what sad thing he encountered. The wind that flashed across his face turned into a bit of pain. A few years have passed by, but he couldn't go back to the original journey. Zhang Bingxu didn't know what kind of mentality he had with him, but he just wanted to sigh and exhale the deep emotions that had been buried for several years.

The words in those years gradually piled up into one sentence: "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry?" Long Yanghua smiled, his voice pressed down very low, but the coldness was like ice sucking, and his thoughts were frozen.

"Zhiyan, go and see your father's emotions." Zheng Hairi ran to Long Zhiyan's side at some point and patted his shoulder in a daze.

Zhiyan walked out of the stunned spirit.

Zheng Hairi looked at the two Leng Feng facing each other, and felt a little entangled, but this matter actually seemed to be on the rise the day Zhang Bingxu met Long Zhiyan, and he also knew that the helplessness in it could not be explained in one word.

His face shook slightly helplessly, and he stepped into the laboratory department where Zhang Bingxu had just walked out.

"Jo Zhengtai" Although Long Yang's tone was low, it was sonorous and powerful, and it was still bound to his unyielding anger. "I know what happened to Xiaolong."

Ju Zhengtai... Long Zhiyan suddenly felt that his name was a little familiar. He seemed to have heard of it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Yanghua..." Zhang Bingxu's eyebrows slightly lowered, "I'm no longer a sidus person."

...

Laboratory Department.

"The money is almost enough to let me know." Zheng Hairi put a check on the doctor's desk with a smile.

"This is really hard for me. We doctors want to keep the patient's condition safe, but, well, it's okay to reveal a little bit," the doctor with thick lenses saw a large string of zeros on the check. His eyes flashed with excitement, but it still suppressed the joy in his heart. He said with a loyal attitude: "Lung cancer, in the middle stage, this is the X-ray diagnosis report just now."

Zheng Hairi's ear seemed to be ringing, and a thud sounded, which scared the whole mind. He took the report with his hands tremblingly. He had the doctor's unique scribbled handwriting on the paper: "Lung cancer, mid-term early stage, malignant tumor."

...

Long Yanghua was slightly shocked by Zhang Bingxu's words.

"You are actually very clear about the situation at that time. This is a decision that you have to make under a situation, but we are all too clear about your temper. If you do something, you will definitely not give up. So the three of us made a decision privately and told you later. But after the establishment of hq, something happened. Although we also came to you, your mobile phone and address were changed, and we couldn't contact you. It was not until three years later that I met Xiaolong and I realized that you lived in China Street. But when I heard that someone wanted to help you but was kicked out by you, I knew that your temper had not changed after these years." Zhang Bingxu sighed silently, trying to explain, but felt that this explanation was very powerless.

"Ha" Long Yanghua pursed his lips, smiling but his eyes were not sharp: "As long as you did a few years ago, your words are always so nice, but since you also know my temper, do you think I will believe what you said?"

The President suddenly penetrated the concise conversation between the two: "How could it be...cancer?"

Zhang Bingxu looked at the report paper that Zheng Hairi reached out and was stunned: "How come you have this?"

"Cancer...synia..." Long Yanghua's sharp vision unconsciously weakened a little.

Sometimes, some things can only be relaxed when they see the end of it. Sometimes, those things are only willing to blur the obsession of their past obsessions when they are overwhelmed. Sometimes, it is not until the end of the world that you realize what the most important thing is that ups and downs in your heart. Some people call such emotions "I will not die until the Yellow River, and I will not shed tears without seeing the coffin." Of course, some people give him a nice name "disappearing".

When he mentioned this word that was comparable to nightmare, Long Yanghua's hatred for many years could not be mentioned. Cancer linked to death always reminds people of hell. For him, Ku Zhengtai, who had this disease, may be the heaviest punishment. In his forties, a young age, many company entrepreneurs struggled until this period of time to reach the peak of their careers, but now Ku Zhengtai is sick, a disease that can even see the end of his life.

"It's just the middle, it's okay." Zhang Bingxu smiled calmly and ignored the disease completely, but the topic just breeze like the wind, and mentioned another attention: "Xiaolong joined HQ because of his own dream, not me, but saw that he was like me when he just started Sidus, so I told Shengzai about this matter. Shengzai is the president of Sidushq. I don't know what happened this time."

"President..." Zheng Hairi, a big man, felt a sour in his heart at this moment. Zhang Bingxu dug him out of the s.m company, from a small office director to the promotion of the head of the minister, but now he sees this cancer report. Although it is still in the middle stage, it is a malignant tumor, so it is very likely that it will deteriorate in a very short time, and life is only in the blink of an eye.

"However, I think Shengzai will do everything well." Zhang Bingxu's kind and kind eyes slowly sprinkled at Long Zhishou, "Little Dragon is a good seedling, he is a natural artist."

The cold-blooded Long Yanghua just glanced at his son, and then looked at Zhang Bingxu who was still smiling, without saying a word.

Is this the price of forgiveness? Death is the solution among the two? Long Yanghua's mind was filled with scenes of investing in Sidus company. He drank together under the moon and sent Sidus to the status of a first-tier entertainment company. At that time, the two of them had just passed by a few years, and now they are both over forty. Is it really not confused? Why is he full of doubts at this moment?

(Support the genuine version, support a white guy, and ask for a ticket, monthly ticket, and recommended ticket. This month should be the most monthly tickets I have since it was put on the shelves. The bloody plot is about to pass, which will lead to a more bloody climax.)...

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